Euphoric Typing

The grass so brown
The sky so blue
Boston is really great!

Fine, I ripped that poem off from Big Fish. Also, Boston isn't that great, but that's neither here nor there.

I've been in a disturbingly good mood the past few days, what's the deal with that? As T once said, "I thought depression was your thing." I think my depression just hit earlier than everyone else's, so now that I'm feeling happy and excited, my peers are falling into the "when is my real life going to begin, I've been out of college for two years, my job sucks, i'm in my mid-twenties" pit of despair. Hey peers, I love you!

I sound too smug, it makes me want to punch myself. Don't worry, I'm not being smug, I really do love you, and as S said to me once, "Buck up, bucko." I will mail you all presents of life affirming joy, or at the very least, mail-bombs.

I hate people who buy crappy presents out of obligation. Presents, to me, are something usually agonized over and worried about because they have to be this Perfect Representation of Our Relationship or Something About You. I think bad presents are even worse than no present at all.. bad presents say, I like you, but not enough to put anymore thought into your present than stepping into Bath and Body Works and getting this scented candle with bath gel. This isn't to say I have never given a bad present, I just black those memories out with some of Gob's Forget-Me-Nows. Now that would be a good present.

But anyways, I was thinking about that because it's present buying time, and I'm probably going to give myself an ulcer about it. Uuuuuuughhhhhhhhhh.

I was just in a party planning committee meeting, and I couldn't stop laughing throughout the whole thing because I kept thinking of Angela and Phyllis. Office culture is really weird. Fuck, am I going to have to spend time with these people at this holiday party?

Fact: The agency is supplying the beer for the party, which has been downstairs in our non-climate controlled storage since June.

Fact: I will not be drinking that beer.

Oooooooooh I got to wear dresses and skirts all week because it hasn't been terrifyingly cold. Amazing. I get to go home tomorrow. I love life. I also love gummi bears, but not gummy bears. I think the "i" leads a air of frivolity. I really want some right now.

It's 12:30, no one is in my office, I'm going to go home, make some dough, listen to some NPR podcasts, and pack.